Enough

And it went like this:
You gave me flowers,
I wanted a garden instead.
You cooked me spaghetti,
I was too hungry to eat.
There was sauce on your shirt
from your labor.
The untouched plate
was the sky. The sky was
a blessing unnoticed.
I wanted to be your center,
your four-leaf clover,
the wishbone split.
But even though I came
to you with open hands,
I didn’t know it then, but
the emptiness wasn’t
yours to fill.
Then everything wasn’t enough.
Now I sow regret into a dress
of deep blue and remember
when you offered me needle
and thread. You tried to stitch
me a pocket of self esteem.
I tore the stitch into.
The tear became the lesson.
Now I long to open my lips
and breath you in,
to hold you without
chains or cheap a cliché
Knowing now that enough
was everything.

Wow. This is really amazing.
We never smile to see the expected treats lining our world. And then one day, when our expectations shatter, the world goes black.
I can relate to this poem.
It’s really good!

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“But even though I came
to you with open hands,
I didn’t know it then, but
the emptiness wasn’t
yours to fill.” What a great line. Beautiful words……so true. We have to stop trying to build our own self-esteem with others…even significant others!!!!! Thank you for sharing

Poet and word nerd. . Author of Confessions of a Reformed Southern Belle: A Poet's Collection of Love, Loss, and Renewal, and Self Help to Self Harm: The Dubious Guide to Life, Love, and Relationships. Podcast host at La Literati. Social Justice Advocate- Bridge to Freedom. Academia addict. Sempiternal dreamer. Habitual ponderer. Lover of history, free thinkers, and music with lots of brass.